Merely a wake up with water,
I am covered in perfection.
As the water weaves it’s way along,
It’s hard not to leave.
As I float by the street lamps,
I seek my journey through this pathway. Of water
I now am
all that it begs of me. Is this
how life can be?
Come quick.
I am calling you over from your walk that will guide you past me.
Speak now or forever hold your thoughts.
Blowing wind is a sharp reminder that lips should have moved.
She should’ve been kept alive.
So blind.
Didn’t even know it was raining.
So deaf.
Didn’t even know it was raining.
Not tonight!
We will not speak of overspilled curiosities.
Take what you love.
We’ll leave quiet.
It came upon us as it fell from the sky above.
A snow day in Burbank: who would’ve thought?
Remember what it was
to just lie in your bed under the rain.
I wanted to believe in you.
I wanted to believe in us.
But those dark lights of red and black,
with soft kisses being traded
for glances at the computer screen
were facades of hope.
Nothing comes without work.
I know that.
Nothing good comes to those who wouldn’t wait.
Words run-a-muck
while spinning hysterically around.
They do not envision anything but closure to the light.
However, they ask that light be shown to help guide them.
I am not sure what they ask us of. I am not quite sure where we are.
Hurry and hurry! Here it comes!
Lights out!
Close your eyes to feel what peace feels like, what it looks like.
Thank you.
I am not aware of anything around me, but of only the future.
One day I will relinquish the peace lost in money, time and duty.
Take me now!
I may be young,
but I’m old enough to know
our imagination has fallen
down the Internet hole.
Hey, let me join you.
I need a drink to sink my teeth into
everything falling down beside me, around me.
Can you see it?
Look at me!
Don is that you?
I’m in pain Don, but not like you.
No, not like you.
The way the sky falls
is the way I know everything will be alright,
one day, somehow.
It’s my way
of seeing that the world is too perfect for anyone to see
and that most have given up.
People’s mistakes are their misfortunes, but our luck.
We are able to see what went wrong
and go on to never create the same misfortune upon ourselves.
As I sit here with the ability to learn,
my head feels damp with pressure
that builds upon itself like a disease,
but as the piano rolls out the notes into the air around me,
I feel life and my release.